Rannon had sat down, his powerful frame plopping onto the chair, and Feri's acknowledgement of his cut had him blinking. There was even a slight flush to his face, though he waved it away and chuckled, rubbing the cut. "It's nothing, I-" but she was already bounding to the next subject. He smiled to himself as she spoke, but realized he probably looked like a fawning fool and snapped himself out of it. Though when she began to speak of more serious business, he snapped to attention as if shouted at by a superior officer. She had his undivided attention. 

Rannon tilted his head as he listened, eyes on the tankard of his drink. The man's jaw clenched, and he soaked in all of the intel she had found. "You did good." His brow raised next. "Impressive actually, I couldn't have done that." Indeed, he wasn't exactly the boisterous type, but he wasn't sneaky or smooth either. He was more like a hammer. Really quiet until it hit something. 

When she gripped his hand, he looked very much like a hound that had had its named called suddenly so attentive was he, and he listened further. Her concern was very warm, and he nodded, looking straight into her exotic eyes to show her he understood. His next words were a promise. "I'll be careful." He said. He knew that right now, all they could trust was each other. 

It took him a few moments to realize they still held hands, and for a moment he didn't know if he was going to let go. It felt nice, and there was a tinge of recognition in his eyes as he looked back at her, as their hands lingered for a bit. But suddenly he pulled it away, and he wasn't sure which of them pulled it away first. 

He felt the heat on his face, and he decided to bulldoze into another topic before he made a bigger fool of himself. "I'm curious," he said, and he took a sip of his drink. "I was wondering on how you got to Fereldan. Or, how you became so good with Knives and finding out secrets. I guess I don't know much about you," well that wasn't entirely true. "or about your past, I should say. If you're willing to talk about it."

Rannon scratched Gideon's stomach with his foot, the Mabari laying on his side. The small amount of fluff that a short coated Mabari had was heightened from the position, and he licked his lips as Rannon rubbed him idly. 
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